Part 7

                                    

                                          
**** -Ava's POV-
                          
I had woken up around 1:20 p.m. Flashes of late yesterday kept going through my mind. I saw Niall, but I mostly saw that man. The man with the long over coat, and the bushy hair. The man who could have ruined my life. But then I saw Niall. The man who saved my life. I focused on the good over the bad, but I could still merge with the bad once in a while.
                          
I stood up from the couch, taking in the remains Niall had left. Nearly everything was the same, but the feeling was different. I was satisfied now. I noticed the note on my coffee table and I immediately picked it up to read it.
                          
Ava, I know we just met a week ago, but I'd like to hang out more. I think we could be good together. Mates I mean, we'd be good mates. Anyway, call me, I think we could work something out. Skype or something of that sort. Call me. I'd give you my number but you already have it. Even if you did, here it is again :)
                          
                                                   -Niall Xx
                          
At the bottom was a sticky note with his number on it. I read it three more times just to make sure I didn't make it up in my head. I smiled like a school girl at it and went to take a shower. I scrubbed everything away. Last night, the man with the creepy over coat, and the long beard. Probably a hobo, wishing to get someone. I was wishing to forget everything about it, but knowing how something like that and more could have happened to me, or anyone for that matter, terrified me. What would have happened if Niall didn't come? I'm not strong enough to have gotten away, I was struggling to get away from a hobo that probably hadn't eaten that day and had no possible energy! What if it had been someone buffer?  I would have been fucked. literally. I went up stairs, and my mother was gone. I walked to her room, and found that her bed had been rem aid, this time with no wrinkles, and everything was normal. No dishes in the sink or the dishwasher, nothing on the stove, the fridge had been refilled though. i guess she must have gotten the groceries. And thank god for that, I thought I'd have to use my own money from work. Which I was recently let go of. So thats everything I've been trying to she up for with that would be gone. Thank god, for food. I went to the living room, where I knew what I would find. I expected the two thousand dollars, of the month to be on the coffee table but instead, on the coffee table lay a note, and five thousand dollars. It caught me by surprise. I've never gotten this much money from them. I took the note, and instantly knew why I got so much.
                          
Dear, Ava
                          
Your fathers coming tonight, and so will I. I know you were in the basement trying to avoid us. I guess, I understand in a way. I know we weren't there when you needed us. I wasn't there. I'm sorry. Please stay, let us talk to you. We have news, and we'd appreciate it if you didn't run away this time. That would be lovely. I know you probably wont believe me but, I love you. I won't tell you what time he'll come, that way you can't leave.
                          
                                                       - Mom
                          
crumpled up the sheet of paper up, and threw in the trash. I went to go get my sweater from the closet. I called Gabriela, to ask if I could sleep over. She said it was fine, if I leave now, I can avoid my father. My mother was one thing, but my dad another. My dad was weird and awkward, and unlike my mother, he can't accept the fact that there is no relationship between us. I was walking out the door, when I ran into my dad.
                          
"Trying to leave again dear?" He asked. His english accent still intact. You see my father was studying at Oxford and he met my mother there. He cam to meet my mothers family here, and he stayed. I've only been to London once, but it was a faint memory. I was around five at the time.
                          
"I obviously failed though." I gave him a small smirk, and went back inside. Although full on I couldn't stand my mother, my father I could. I didn't love him, but I liked him. He tried a bit, when he caught me trying to leave. But even when he does he gives me space. We usually just order pizza, or something so that none of us would have to cook. I appreciated it, and he would usually just leaves it at that. Not much of a relationship if you ask me, but it was more than what my mother did.